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And then there’s the kids rights
They’ll naturally be on board
The funnel through which
Women’s lives are poured
Our family is so big
And we’re all so
ain't going be American Idols
But you can least grab a camera, shoot a viral, huh
Take the power in your own hands
I'm a grown man, doing my grown
Today's guest is one of the
World's leading marketing experts
And living proof that the American dream
Is alive and well
If you're willing to work
shit plus i got caught a note
niggaz want to vote for my squad
i truly believe the black man is god
my family is mixed when american in yard
oh long yo
Bustin shots for sport
Thinking that he would never get caught
The news report
Young African-American
Wanted for murder
A family in their own establishment
Gorilla Family jet, Black Godfather finesse
Fifty caliber hole surroundin your chest
Bentley blue steel armored cars with boulder baguettes
We live in
I'm just doing me, As you can see
Little bit weed friendlies and
Always my family
I can hear it calling me, Just wait
And see, I'll keep doing me
81, 82, 83, 84, uh
Miles per hour, maybe a foot more
Silently scanning the threshold
For a rogue lane switcher
With a "baby on board" sticker
They
In American Wasteland 
Brought propaganda, weapons of mass destruction
Probably reason why I sleep with one eye open
Hawk view just steady scoping
its back to the boards to prepare the next round.

he was the son of a preacher man,
every Sunday at the pulpit his daddy stands,
raised by the church
dined with kings and queens
This American Dream is oh so lovely
One love to the ones above me
Put something in the air tonight
Blunts up to the fallen
we're livin in
And Cuba's bout a hundred miles away
But I'm not givin in
Cause Castro took everything away from my family
But the motherfucker's dead, so
enterprises
Dance in the streets to their own beat
Can walk miles by themselves but never feel lonely
Question everything, even family and homies
Not out
Bryant's
But my family's in poverty, so pardon me if a graduation is too hard to see
Cause I ain't eat last night or this morning
No lunch money tummy giving
I'm in the game with my cousin over there. Sometimes he would complain on the board he was stuck

Levels, he was on it. Man, come through big cuz
Beat
about these issues like an eye sore/
It will go away if we don't look, nothing cancer victims say/
But the truth they cannot see behind their eye boards
a celling fan
And Z.T on the board got him feelin like the trigger man
Going crazy with the shows askin me to bring the city in
Ball like I'm Jordan fans be
compliment
Hate for the critics and the, man forget it
It's back to the draw board let's give them what they calling for
I'm at so many people and been so

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